It's been a really long weekend. As in, I'm going to work tomorrow so I can actually get some rest, it was that kind of long.
I'm exhausted. I'm going to bed in about five minutes.
But I can't turn my brain off and stuff is going on and and and... I need to turn my brain off. But I can't. So I've had some tequila. And it helps. And it doesn't. So I'll talk to you instead, because that does help, full stop.
I rambled and I deleted it, because even I could tell it was incoherent.
Just know that I'm thinking of you, wherever you are and whatever you're going through. I'm holding you in the light. Yes. You.
This life? Oh, it can be sharp. It can cut you to the bone. But it's the sharpness of a crystal, a brilliant thing of knife edges and brilliance and refraction. And even as it draws your blood, it robs you of your breath because of its beauty sometimes.
And on that note, to bed, my darlings. May visions of sugar plums dance in your head. If not that, whatever most delights you.
*kisses you on the forehead*